Don't talk about money and hurt feelings!Marquis【Crossover】

In less than half a day, word spread throughout the entire Yanhou camp, saying that General Yanhou bought a new male beauty and didn't try it out, but put it in the kitchen for him to cook.

The brothers were puzzled, saying that after so many years of being a general, they finally fell in love with one, so they had the heart to smoke it in a place full of oily smoke?

What exactly did that beauty do to make Rong Fei tired of holding it back for so many years, many people became very interested in it, and wanted to see the real face of this beautiful man.

"What are you looking at, what are you looking at! Get the hell out of here! Believe it or not, this old man told you to drink mud at night!"

Uncle Peng held a kitchen knife in each hand. The scuff marks on the surface of the knife were clear, but it couldn't stop it from being extremely sharp.

When the knife was raised and lowered, there was a loud "clang" sound on the log cutting board, and the cut surface of the hard leg bone was neat, which made people shiver.

Some soldiers who sneaked in to see Xu Ziying suddenly scattered, and ran away without a trace. Uncle Peng wiped his hands on the apron tied around his waist, and turned his head to look at Xu Ziying again.

Xu Ziying was wearing the robe that Rong Feiyan gave him, it was neither too long nor too short, but it fit him well, sitting in the kitchen, peeling a potato in his hand, Uncle Peng couldn't let him cut his hand with this glance.

He smiled at Uncle Peng stiffly at the corner of his mouth, and continued to lower his head to peel the skin, muttering while peeling his mouth, and the movements of his hands became faster and faster.

Although this old cook was round and not vicious, but with his sharp eyes and thick eyebrows, Xu Ziying couldn't leave his sight.

Now he can't escape at all, he thought that if he escaped from Rong Feiyan, he would be able to run away without anyone noticing, but who would have thought that this would tie him next to a human body camera instead.

There was a bucket full of potatoes in front of him, all of which were soaked in water. Xu Ziying was able to easily peel potatoes, but the tool for peeling was only a knife, which was not easy to use.

Xu Ziying noticed that Uncle Peng was looking at him, so he didn't pay attention to him. He was also diligent in skinning, and now he pretended to be cute, so he didn't believe that the old man would not relax his vigilance.

Suddenly a shadow was cast over his head, Xu Ziying raised his head, Uncle Peng was very happy, he should have washed his hands, and brought him a long dark cloth.

"As Master Hou told you, don't get your clothes dirty when you work, and fasten your climbing arms."

Xu Ziying had never seen this thing before, and he didn't know how to use it, but he thanked him and took it, and Uncle Peng said again.

"If those bastards come back, just tell me, they are all unmarried little chickens, they are so courageous, even the Hou Ye's men dare to look at them."

Xu Ziying didn't know what to say, so he answered vaguely.

The scar on Uncle Peng's face was clearly visible. He had been on the battlefield when he was young. Even though he is an old cook now, everyone in the camp feared him a lot.

Uncle Peng said again: "Don't get ashes on your hair, go to the well outside and tie it up after a while." Then he stuffed him with a leather belt, and added: "It was given by Lord Hou."

Xu Ziying got annoyed when she heard that Rong Fei was tired, and said in a low voice: "He still feels sorry for me for getting my clothes dirty?"

Uncle Peng walked away at this time, and replied to him: "Master Hou loves you."

Xu Ziying rolled his eyes in his heart, thinking that he loved his looks, or did he not know about him?

Seeing that my hands and sleeves were really not clean, and my waist and back hurt after peeling half a pot of potatoes, I decided to go out to exercise my muscles and bones.

There is a well outside the kitchen tent, which is reserved for cooking. Water is scarce in the desert, so it is very lucky to dig a well.

Xu Ziying didn't care about what Uncle Peng gave him, and put it on the edge of the well to fetch water. The wooden barrel fell down with a "plop", and he saw that the water was full and he was about to pull it up.

The big camp is full of rough men, there are no hand-cranked wooden wheels, but hemp ropes that are pulled up directly.

Xu Ziying's body hadn't recovered yet, and the rope was hard and thorny, so he didn't care.But after a few pulls, he lost his energy, he took a weak breath, and said to himself.

"Damn, this body is too weak, there are no calluses on the hands, it really hurts."

There was a dense layer of thin sweat on his forehead, it didn't matter if he stopped, his arms felt so sore, and the external force of the fall dragged him down heavily, Xu Ziying's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

Fortunately, one hand stopped his waist and the other grabbed the thick rope, so Xu Ziying didn't fall down with the bucket.

Rong Fei lifted the full bucket up tired of using his arms, let Xu Ziying stand up first, took his hand, and said.

"Is this bucket you can lift up?" Opening Xu Ziying's palm, his face sank: "Does it hurt?"

Xu Ziying hid his hands behind his back, his palms were burning like needles, but he said, "It's just a little bit of skin wear, so there's no need to make a fuss."

"There are so many brothers around, whoever you call will be happy to fetch water for you, why bother doing it yourself."

Rong Fei got tired of changing his unruly demeanor, grabbed his hand and said: "Is this called broken skin?"

I saw Xu Ziying's palms were red, and there were bloodstains from the hemp rope, and the barbs were faintly visible in the flesh, which was painful to scratch.

Being looked at over and over like a porcelain doll, Xu Ziying was so awkward that she pushed Rong Fei's tired hands away.

"You don't care." He said and was about to leave.

Rong Fei was tired of naturally not letting him leave, so he withdrew his emotions, turned sideways, blocking Xu Ziying's way, and said.

"Dare to go? I'll kiss you as soon as I go."

Xu Ziying was not so obedient, he didn't even look at Rong Fei, and just walked around him and left.

At this time Rong Feiyan didn't really want to kiss him, he shook his head with a wry smile, and pulled him back to the well.

"The Marquis doesn't care, what else can you do?"

Xu Ziying couldn't break free, and he dragged him to wash his palms with the well water from the bucket. The water pulsated across the wound, saying that his fingers were connected to his heart, and Xu Ziying felt that his heart was about to hurt.

He turned his face away, without any emotion: "What else can I do, just bear with it..."

After living for so many years, no one has ever cared about him. If he is in pain or uncomfortable, he will endure it, and he will pass it anyway.

Rong Feiyan squatted down and picked the thorn in his palm for him, lowered his head and couldn't see his face, and said for a long while after hearing the words.

"If you feel wronged in the future, I will support you."

Xu Ziying pursed his lips and said nothing. Anyway, he didn't intend to take it seriously, and he was not polite. He sat on the stone pier next to the well to rest.

The two were speechless, there were few people outside the kitchen tent, Rong Fei was tired of being here again, almost no one could be seen, Uncle Peng didn't know where to go, the sunset was setting, and the rustling wind was blowing up a burst of coolness.

Rong Fei was tired of leading soldiers all the year round, and he was very familiar with how to treat wounds. He didn't make Xu Ziying feel any pain, so he applied the Jinchuang medicine that he carried with him, and took off the cloth strips to bind it up.

Xu Ziying looked at his hands, quite surprised, but said nothing, Rong Fei smiled at him tiredly, and helped him wash his wet sleeves.

"you……"

Rong Fei was tired of seeing what he seemed to say, and said with a smile in his tone: "Don't be too moved, after all, you are mine, who else can I love if I don't love you."

Xu Ziying twitched the corners of his mouth, and the emotion that had melted just now disappeared, and he said bluntly.

"...You are really shameless."

"I'm shameless?" Rong Feiyan raised his eyebrows and looked as handsome as the sun: "It seems that this face is all pressed against your face, no wonder it looks so good."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand to pinch Xu Ziying's face, Xu Ziying's hand was still hurting, so he opened his mouth to bite him, Rong Fei tired of moving his hand back, Xu Ziying's face automatically moved closer.

Rong Feiyan took advantage of the opportunity to kiss his forehead, and said with a pop: "You are so good, and you know how to reward Lord Ben."

Xu Ziying froze on the spot, and there was still a little moisture on his forehead. His eyes widened, and his red phoenix eyes almost turned into peach blossom eyes.

Short of breath, he shouted word by word: "Rong, fly, hate!!"

Xu Ziying exploded on the spot, chasing Rong Fei around the well, waving his two balled hands, but couldn't catch anyone.

Rong Fei was tired of smiling wantonly, and teased while running: "Yingying, come on, I'll let you kiss me too when I catch you."

Xu Ziying: "Shut up! Don't, don't call me that!"